You know what?
I can't believe my luck, 'cause it's getting late
and I'm talking to her and everything is great
and we're laughing.

And it never even occurred to me,
but maybe this is how things should be.

So far away,
and it's been such a while,
but I can't but smile,
I could do this.

It's not what I wanted but it's not so bad
and for the first time in a while I am actually glad.

You weren't an enigma, worth a try,
nor a perfect mystery, just a lie.
Falsehood after falsehood, let them all die,
I've found you out now, I guess it's goodbye.

I finally found the words, but I found them far too late,
I guess I can't avoid, that cruel, cruel thing called fate.
I've wanted to tell you for longer than I can recall,
But now I've missed my chance, I can't tell you it at all.
So I'll scream into my pillow, scream till my face is blue,
Screaming all the words, I wish I could be whispering to you.
But it's too late, I messed up, missed my chance,
No more future for the two of us, but at least we had that dance.

How can I miss, a girl I don't know?
How can you reap, seeds you don't sow?
I don't know her any more, I can't feel like this
Come on, my boy, you crave that kiss
I gave it a shot, it failed, it died
How can you know if you haven't tried?

Play the game, come on, get on the ball
I tried, I played, and I lost it all
Another chance, come on, you still think she's hot
Alright, one last go, I'll it a shot

The id wins, every time
Shut up Id, this is my rhyme

Just a stranger with a familiar face
Who's touch once caused my heart to race
And I'd trade my life just to know you now
To be in your life any way you'll allow
But I hope in vain, you are much too gone
You're someone different, you have moved on.

The gun's cold barrel against my head
If I pull the trigger then I'll be dead
I'll paint the wall with my blood so red
Free from the world, I will be dead.

Or swing my neck, from a rope
I've given up the notion of hope
And none will care, or cry or mope
They won't even notice, or so I hope

I just shouldn't have said a single thing,
then my ears would not ring,
with the sound of the pain, living will bring
and I wouldn't have to hear, the angels sing.

Oh well, too late now.

Radiant, beautiful, orbs of grey,
one look infinitely, brightened my day.
Strands of red-gold, falling flawlessly
my mind dreaming, wildly, lawlessly.
A sound I hadn't heard in too long,
that confused my heart, spawning this song.